Love On Hire Novels & Stories

Something you could lose if you weren't careful enough but I was wrong. Love couldn't be bought. It couldn't be inherited. It couldn't be owned. It couldn't be traded and it certainly couldn't be forced. Love was a choice. A choice Alessia had made when she called Ambrose Dad. A choice Ambrose had made when he gave her the freedom to choose. A choice Nolan had made when he let me go. A choice I had made when I opened my heart again and standing beneath the Italian stars, surrounded by the life I never thought I would have, I finally understood the truth.

Leela finally said. "What?!" Livia perked up instantly. 'Finally-one of your dirty secrets will be mine, Brown!' "Have you ever heard of the show Love Story on Lystra TV?" Leela asked. Livia shook her head. "It's a program where someone proposes to the person they love." "Don't tell me... Assistant Brown proposed to someone on that show?" Livia's eyes went wide. Or... was he rejected? Oh, if that were true, that would be gold.

“I am not asking for a gift. I ask for a loan. I will pay back every cent. With interest.” I almost laughed. A bitter sound. “You have no job. How?” “I have something else,” he said. He took one step toward my desk. I took one step back. “I did not just study you for myself. I was hired to do it.” A new cold filled my bones. “Hired?” “By Silhouette.” He said my biggest rival’s name. “They hired me a year ago. They wanted information. Your weak points. Your habits. They wanted dirt.”

Bruno looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, his lips curling into a dismissive smirk. "Liliana, if you can come up with the hundred million dollars you owe this family, I'll sign the papers right now. Otherwise, stop making a scene." I didn't argue, and just dialed an encrypted number. "I accept the terms we discussed." A lazy laugh echoed from the other end of the line. "A hundred million? Merely the cost of a port, nothing more. I can have it for you anytime, my princess." ... "But are you sure you want to bind yourself to me? All for a man who betrayed you?"

Damien began, folding his arms, “my friend told you the details. I need someone to play the part of my wife for one year. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Cara nodded slowly. “Yes. He told me.” “And you’re willing?” His tone carried no emotion. Just business. Cara lifted her chin. “I haven’t decided yet.” Damien’s lips curved, not quite into a smile, more like amusement. “What’s stopping you? It’s an easy job. Marry me, look pretty, act like you love me in public, and in one year, you walk away with more money than you could ever make in your life.”

“And then? Don’t make me beg for this.” I turned my head to the side, pressing a smile against the pillow. “He hired me on the spot. On the spot.” “No way.” “He said I was overqualified for the job and that he needed someone he could trust working by his side.” Lois went quiet for a second, and I could practically hear the wheels of excitement spinning in her head. “Okay, but why does he trust you?” she teased. “Old college chemistry vibes? Is that the play he is making?”

The other person remained silent for a long time, saying nothing. Just when I thought he was about to reject me, he suddenly spoke. "Alright, let’s get married." The voice belonged to none other than Hector—the man Simon hired to pretend to pursue me. His tone was gentle as he said, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow." I thought he was joking. But at dawn, my doorbell rang. Rubbing my swollen, tear-stained eyes, I opened the door to find Hector standing there, impeccably dressed.

More than anyone she'd ever met before. "I won't sugarcoat. I'm hiring you as a maid." Jacob expressed, and Stephie's face fell. "This place is your responsibility. I expect it to be kept clean and spotless." Jacob continued, uncaring of Stephie's expression, which was a paled face with a slight petrified gaze in her eyes, and what appeared to be an unhinged jaw behind her closed lips.

Once the wedding was over, it wouldn’t be long before she started asking me for grandchildren. Jack looked up from his phone just long enough to glare at his sister. “Stop being ridiculous, you little brat. Nobody actually hired you.” Lily planted her hands on her hips. “Aunt Jamie did.” I looked at her. “I did?” She hesitated for half a second. “Not yet.” Then she broke into a huge grin. “But you can hire me now.” I laughed. “Fine. You’re officially hired.” “See?” Lily shot Jack a triumphant look.

The wait stretched nearly two weeks, considerably longer than Everly expected, and she busied herself during the interim with wedding planning details, dress fittings, and the slow, satisfying process of merging their lives together more fully with each passing day. The call finally came on a Tuesday afternoon, Farrah Whitmore's name appearing on her phone screen, and Everly answered with her heart pounding despite her best efforts at composure. "Ms. Hart, I'm calling to formally offer you the position," Farrah said, without preamble. "The panel was unanimous. Your interview was, frankly, one of the strongest we've seen throughout this entire hiring process, connections to the company's lead